For reasons yet to be disclosed, family are gathering.
Ants, Drew and Abbey were going to spend a few days in a borrowed bach (pronounced “batch” and translated as holiday home) at Waitarere Beach an hour or so up the coast. They invited me to pop up and see them and share lunch with them, so I meandered up their way. I checked in at Pauatahanui on the way and was happy to see a few kingfishers about.
Then, as I paused at a roadside lookout near Pukerua Bay, I enjoyed the sight of white-fronted terns resting on the edge of the sea-wall.
A little further up the line, there is a place which was formerly used as a distribution centre for new cars being shipped to dealers. Since the place has been identified as part of the new Transmission Gully road, it has ceased to be used in that way, but is temporarily providing a space for a group of bus enthusiasts to store their collection while they search for a permanent home and a place to create a bus museum.
Their collection is mainly comprised of buses from the Wellington region, and some of them are not faring too well in the salt-laden open air at Paekakariki.
The Jewel in their crown is a Thorneycroft of about 1928 vintage. This sits under a temporary shelter rigged between two sipping containers. The great revelation to me was the way the name of the suburb of Naenae was once spelled.
I had a good time with the young people and came home again.